Four wizards, two doctors, a King and a detective
Chapter 1
A/N: This is my very first fanfiction so it may not be as good as the others. Please review and I will take all your thoughts in to consideration
"Come on John we're losing him"
Sherlock shouts to John whose pace can't keep up with his friend's long-legged run. Through the dark alley way they race to keep up with the villain they are pursuing. They turn a corner in to a narrow, dingy back street. Sherlock halts so suddenly he has to drag John back to stop him from running on.
"What?"
"Shh, listen"
Before both of them something starts to appear. It's blue and makes a funny mysterious wheezing sound. Sherlock and John stare in amazement as a bright blue police box materializes before them in the middle of alley way out of thin air.
The door opens and a head pops around.
"Where have you taken me this time and-" He catches the sight of the two friends "Oh um"
The sight of their faces tells him everything and the head disappears behind the door. Minutes pass before John finally speaks.
"Maybe we should go"
"No we are not leaving"
The door opens again but this time the funny man comes out. He is quite tall with brown hair styled in to some sort of quiff. He is wearing a tweed jacket with patches and pink and white pinstriped shirt. He is also wearing brown trousers and shoes and a red bow tie. The friends and the funny man eyeball each other; John staring, the man looking and Sherlock … deducing.
"How many?" asks John
"Six"
The man turns round from where he was inspecting his box that he came out of and asks
"Sorry to interrupt but where am I?"
"Four"
"In London near Baker Street"
"And what year is this?" asks the funny bowtie man.
"Okay now two he is either insane or some type of- ohh"
"Where have you been, its 2012" Replied John with a suspicious look on his face
The bowtie man circles his blue police box whilst Sherlock and John stare at each other. John nods towards the circling man and at once Sherlock gathers himself, turns his collar up and strides towards this man.
"Apologies but who are you"
"I am the Doctor, just the Doctor and nothing more now who might you be"
"My name is Sherlock Holmes and this is my friend Dr John Watson"
"What did you say?"
"Do I have to repeat myself you obviously heard me the first time and you recognized our names even though we have never met you before and we are not famous. You could know us from reading John's blog but as you have just appeared out of thin air right in front of that is improbable. The only way that you could know us is if you have heard of us from another person or thing"
"WOW you really are Sherlock Holmes but what are you doing in the 21st century you should be in the 1800s"
John replies staring at the Doctor "Now why would we be in the 1800s"
"Well, how do I put this, you see, you are really well meant to be-"
"Can you please stop mumbling and just spit it out" John puts out
"Well you are both meant to be in a book written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle where you" he points at Sherlock "are a detective and you" he points at John "are a doctor and a soldier and you go round and solve crimes together in the heart of London"
And that was the very first time that Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective, looked truly shell shocked.